1st/Best Shroom Trip stories....

So I've been inspired by the first shroom trip advice thread, post up you're stories about you're first or best shroom trip!!! Tried a quick searchbar but couldn't see anything... so yeah

and if you're just going to say "drugs are bad, kids" etc, save it for another time, those who have tried them will probably know its one of the most eye opening, grounding experiences you could ever have

I'll start

So me and my 2 buddies/flatmates all had our 1st shroom trip together, I got hooked up by a mate of mine so it was all on. We were all super excited to try hallucinogens, so we were in a pretty stoked mood and got stuck into them. I think we had around a have a palmful or a bit less, and sat around waiting and complaining about the awful taste of them hahaha.

It was a really stormy night, and my buddies drove to get some snacks before it started to hit, and since i had some slightly earlier than them I started to feel kind of floaty before they were back.... I killed the lights and sat in the darkest spot in the room and gazed upon my yellow/striped beanie and its patterns... that was when I knew I was tripping haha. Then my hat looked like it had a face similar to that of the sorting hat in harry potter, and I think I just stared at it for like a half hour. My buddies came home and found me hiding behind a couch(the darkest spot) looking at my hat with a stunned expression hahaha, apparently a most amusing picture.

We sat around talking bullshit and tripping out on the curtains moving in the wind, even though all the doors/windows were shut...hmmmm. Then we discovered the pattern on the kitchen floor wouldn't stay still and was sort of fusing together and melting. I was looking around the room and I could see these trippy pale colours all over the walls etc, kind of like the sheen of coulour oil gives off when its on the ground, if that makes sense.

I went upstairs into the bathroom and stood in the shower cubicle in the dark tripping out on the glass, I couldn't judge how far away it was, and the white door handle that was seemingly floating in mid-air was really intense too.

then I went out into our courtyard which was flooded and stood ankle deep in freezing cold water looking at the clouds and rain and listening to the wind...wow. I went inside when I became concerned of the possibility of frostbite, and when I stood on the carpet, the floor felt heated, which it wasn't, and I freaked out wondering how someone could have possibly installed underfloor heating without any of us knowing. At that point I realised it was actually just warm by comparison to the stinging cold water in the courtyard.

One more highlight, I sat in a couch and just thought for about 3 hours, I felt like I could work out the meaning behind everything that was happening around me in my life, I could understand the purpose of everything I was doing and realised to the extent of it being life-changing that my number 1 priority in life should be to do what I love no matter what, enjoy the world around me and go with its flow, and not let anything hold me back.

Intense, yes.

anyway my name is Hansel and that was my cool story, lets hear yours

PONDER THIS : IF TOAST ALWAYS LANDS BUTTER SIDE DOWN, AND CATS ALWAYS LAND ON THEIR FEET, THEN IF TOAST IS STRAPPED TO A CATS BACK BUTTER SIDE UP, WHAT WOULD HAPPEN?

I'll tell you about my worst salvia trip ever.. this was about my 3rd or 4th time smoking it, my first time ever was the day before so it was like my 4th time in 2days. if you dont know what salvia is look it up.

K. So me and my 3 friends, two dudes and one chick are sitting on a bench looking out at a small lake and I take first hits and then pass and start stareing at the lake. I think to my self as soon as I start tripping I'm gona start describeing everything that happens. so the wind is blowing the water and it starts like going into a whoorl pool and i'm like whoaa cool and turn to my friends to tell them. and All of a sudden when I turn everything turns into triangles. like everyones head is a triangle, bodys are triangle eyes are triangles, noses, mouths ect. and i'm just like WHAT THE FUCK and according to my friends at this point I get a crazy look in my eyes cause everything is triangles and i'm amazed, but they think i'm freaking out so there like dude are you okay... were sitting beside a lake.. your name is... you are with.... trying to calm me down... and at this point it feels like i'm laying on my side and one half of my body is underground... and my friendss are still trying to calm me down saying shit makeing me feel like im super fucked so i'm like whoa am I actually really fucked and laying on the ground right now? then I had like spit on my lip or somthing so my chick friend says your druleing.. and I start thinking i'm like seizureing. and i'm just like what the fuck am I actually right fucked and actually laying on the ground rolling around seizureing? how long have I been tripping? what if this been like an hour and i've been rolling on the ground and they've called for help. so I just start yelling what the fuck?? am i laying on the ground?? am I laying on the ground?? right now am i actually on the ground?? I'm still seeing triangles but super warped and it feels like i'm laying on my side and one half of me is touching the ground. at this point i'm convinced its been an hour and i'm right permanently fucked for life but then i'm like wait a second, and I start yelling at them to touch both sides of my face, (because one half feels like its on the ground and if they touch both sides it proves i'm not actually laying on the ground) and they touch both sides and I realise that i'm just trippin balls and I become unscared and start to enjoy then slowly everythign returns to normal. and it had been like 3 minutes

their side of the story I trun to them and yell what the fuck with a crazy look in my eye they start trying to calm me down, I jump up start flapping and sipping in circles asking if i'm laying on the ground and if i'm rolling over then I yell at them to touch my face and they do then I shut up and stare at them for 30 secs until my trip ends and then I say Okay i'm done.

hopefully that made some sense it was scary as fuck salvia is fucked and i'm never doing it again I cant beleive is legal

It was
Veteran’s day 2011, which was also the Friday of November 11th, 2011.
I was quite excited to be nearly done with my first semester of college and
even more immediately excited about what I was about to purchase—four grams of
psilocybin mushrooms. At the time I had an immense fascination with such things
and I had also experimented with blotter papers of LSD a couple of times. I had
taken small doses of mushrooms in the past but that was completely different
than what was to come on this night.

This was
just my fascination… I wanted to explore the realm of possibility and
spirituality and I knew psychedelics were a perfect agent. In one acid trip I
sat in my room for an entire night with all my energy focused on a pen. I
wanted to persuade it to lift off the ground with my thoughts, but of course it
didn’t work; I merely became drained. But I knew it had to be plausible, given
the sheer immensity and impossibility of the universe as it is. I could feel the
absence of energy after hours of trying. Because of this I still believe it is
possible but that I was merely doing something wrong.

Anyway, I
sat in my friend’s garage, which was a preferred spot to hang out among our
group, and the mushrooms arrived just as the Sun began to set. Unlike most drug
deals, everything worked out like it was supposed to and it was even delivered
timely. I took the bag. It contained somewhere around ten long slender
mushrooms with small buds at the tips and gold spots on them. They kind of resembled
the number 1. I hung out for a few more minutes and when my friend returned
with a jar of peanut butter, I spread it on the mushrooms and ate them, piece
by piece, one by one. I did give a couple of them to my friend, because I had
bought so many of them.

Things were
normal for another hour or so. In this period of time I ended up going to a
friend’s nearby apartment with two of my friends who had taken a couple hits of
acid each. There was sort of a ‘kick-back’ in effect. My two friends and I were the only ones under the influence
of psychedelics from what I could tell. My friends were also the only two
people in the apartment whom I really considered my friends or even knew well
at all. Chaotic chatter was everywhere. Most of the lights were off, save a
long blacklight in the living room. Techno music played. Everyone else was
either drunk, smoking marijuana, or both. It was in this setting that the
mushrooms started to really take hold of me, and it was probably the worst
possible setting it could’ve happened, though initially I didn’t realize it.

Everything
changed. Time slowed down and sped up and stayed the same all at once. Space
and matter started to warp and breathe in the way psilocybin makes it do.
Everyone around me became mindless as they guzzled and swam in fumes of
careless alcoholic sexual ether. Simultaneously I reached an incredibly
frightening peak of awareness which there is no point in me trying to explain.
The music was now awful. The walls were terrifying. The people were even worse.
My stomach knotted up. I even started to moan in pain to myself. The unbearable
setting caused me to have physical pain. Then paranoia set in. I started to
fear that maybe I had taken too much and I wouldn’t be able to handle it. Or
even that I was given poisonous mushrooms by mistake. My mind raced as
culturally-installed filters and belief systems started to fade and dissolve,
plunging me into a mystic state.

Eventually
I found my breaking point. I turned to my two acid-tripping friends and told
them I couldn’t be in that apartment any longer. The energy felt like
hell. I promptly stood up and darted for
the front door without a good-bye of any kind. I had no desire (and likely no
ability) to speak with anyone in there, with the exception being my two
friends, who apparently sensed it too because they followed close behind me.
This was when the trip got even weirder.

We now had
a 30-minute-or-so walk ahead of us. I remember stumbling around and walking as
fast as I could, though my friends say I was walking fine. What I remember
perfectly is that I was falling behind them. My two friends were having some
sort of conversation that I was not following whatsoever. I pulled my phone out
of my pocket to check the time and remembered that the date was 11/11/11, the
day of all ones. I also noticed that 11:11pm was approaching, and that my phone
battery life was at 11%. Every value around me was aligning into oneness all at
this singular moment in time, which from my perception will always be eternal,
infinite, and nothing all at once. I realized what people mean when they say
“we are all one.” I envisioned pyramids and antichrists and pools of money and
for the first time in my life, I could clearly see all of the evil that works
in today’s power structure. I felt space gazing down at me and into me and knew
the true nature of God. It was almost the complete opposite of what I was
taught by society. It came to my awareness that all existence is nothing but a
twinkle in my eye-- a great “I,” which is me, and nothing is anything else. I
knew that this experience was God, everything was an illusion, and that in
reality I was dead.

But my
friends couldn’t see it. I began to say to them things like, “we’re dead,
aren’t we?” and “I can’t believe we’re finally dead.” They must have thought it
was some kind of joke because they simply replied, “Yep, we’re dead.” This
frightened me even more. There are no words that can explain the experience of
believing one is dead. I immediately thought of my mother’s heart breaking. I
envisioned people in mourning remembering the things I did in my life. I saw
people crying and heard them talk about how they just couldn’t believe it. My
family was damaged. The future was different for everyone who loved me, even if
they didn’t think they loved me. It was darker and sadder.

Suddenly my
phone rang. I answered to hear my friend’s mother asking me if I knew where he
had run off to. Not unusual; he is a rebellious bastard. Did I know? I didn’t
know if I did or not. I was in his garage earlier. But I couldn’t speak to her
any statements other than “Oh my God” or “I’m sorry.” She was very confused,
and all my attempts to fix it made her even more confused, but I’m sure she
eventually assumed I was on drugs.

Finally we
made it to the bridge by my friend’s house. Here we stopped to lie down and
look at the sky. I instantly felt peaceful. I was getting ahold of myself at
this point and remembered I was alive. But I also knew that I wasn’t alive in
the same way anymore. At a certain point of time in my walk, I changed, and as
an inevitable effect so did the universe. Instead of me being a product of the
universe, the universe was now a product of my interpretation. My mindset is
forever affected, because now I realize that no goal is too large, no matter
what anybody says. It is only doubt that holds us back. This experience helped
awaken me and turn me in the direction of what my life should be like, a vision
that keeps me going every day. The night of 11/11/11 will always be an axial
point in my life and an important experience that I couldn’t share with anyone
even if I wanted to.

I feel that
I probably sound like I’m full of shit to anyone reading this. But I’m okay with
that. From what I read these kinds of experiences are extremely subjective and
likely will not be seen as extraordinary to anyone outside of the experience
itself. But you know when it’s happening to you.

@NocaCorneck, nice post dude. Nice to see someone share something intellectual. I know what you mean, psychedelic experiences are completely indescribable. It all makes sense in your head and the experience brings you closer to the truth. The problem with psychedelics is that words cannot describe what they do. There is no way of making someone understand the experience you have had. Coding your experience into words is a mere scratch on the surface.

I had a really weird experience a couple weeks ago that ended up putting me in the hospital for the night while I was tripping. Quite the night you could say.

About a month ago, I bought an 1/8 of shrooms off of this kid in one of my business classes. I've been busy finishing off the semester at college so I planned on taking the shrooms the day that I was done with school.

My brother also came through town that night and I began to second guess if I wanted to eat the shrooms. He got into town and we just chilled for a couple hours then headed to the bars with some friends. While I was sober, I decided that taking the shrooms was a bad idea since it had been a busy day and I didn't have the mental energy to really trip. A couple drinks later and my brother convinced me to split the bag of shrooms with him around 12 AM. At this point, I had gotten 4 hours of sleep the night before, had no water, chain smoked all day, smoked some weed, had 4 beers and a pure grain alcohol margarita. So you could imagine that eating shrooms was a pretty stupid decision on my part since the mental energy wasn't there.

Anyways, my brother and I ate the shrooms then headed outside to walk around. My brother was tripping pretty hard for only eating half of an 1/8. I also got thrown into the weird shroomy head space but I wasn't experiencing any visual hallucinations or anything. I fel pretty comfortable and it wasn't a strong trip.

My brother and I took a walk onto campus and spent an hour or so making animal noises and yelling Guacamole because it such an odd sounding word. It was a nice release, I felt like an animal. I no longer felt imprisoned by my obligations to act in the way that society deems correct. I had a FUCK IT attitude which is a great attitude to have on psychedelics because you are able to let yourself go. I think that's an important part to avoiding a bad trip is to not try to control the places your mind goes, all you gotta do is watch not control.

We left campus and I was still in a weird mindstate. We began to walk back to my apartment when I ran into a kid I somewhat I know. I was standing up talking to him while he sat on a nearby bench. Suddenly, I got a super big head rush similar to what you get when you stand up after a long period of sitting. My vision was filled with a blue flow coming in through my eyes. I no longer knew where I was, I felt like I had left my body and the planet. Hundreds of dreams flooded through my head from the past week. I relived everything I had been dreaming recently. I regain consciousness and there were 4 people standing over me. My brother looked like he was going to cry. He said that I had fell over, smacked my head on the sidewalk, and lost my pulse for about a minute. I just laid there with no life behind my eyes.

When I fell, I split open my brow line pretty good in addition to scraping up my face. The gash was to big on my forehead to leave be so I headed to the emergency room while still tripping. The trip regained mellowness so I didn't mind going to the hospital but my mind was still in such a weird place. They took a while to get to me so I just laid in the hospital bed.

What was very interesting was that I couldn't distinguish between what I was imagining and what was real. They seemed to be one in the same. I kept imagining that I had already talked to the Dr. but then entered the room for the first time and introduced himself. At that point, I realized my mind was blurring the distinction between reality and my imagination. It was so cool everything was real to me at that point.

While I laid there, the entire staff was so nice to me. It ended up touching my heart. I said there thinking about how we really lack decency today. We have lost touch with how to be nice to everyone and everything. Animals, plants, the planet and eachother. We really do lack love and compassion in our current state and its because our society teaches us to crave and lust for material objects that make the ego happy. We have all forgotten how to truly love one another. From that thought, I had a tremendous urge to reach out to the staff with all the emotional energy I had. I wanted to express my love for all of them and how much I appreciate them stitching my face up. It was an enlightening experience because it really made me think about how we go about all of our days treating other humans. I think its fairly bad at this point especially with an internet generation trapped into social media and their iphones. Put down your phone, turn off your computer, and go show your love for those who are in your life. That was the most important idea I brought back from my trip.

I did shrooms once. It was a great time. We took them, sat around for a while, got through the giddiness phase, ate some edibles to enhance the effects, and started tripping. Colors were running, patterns were moving slash blurring, it was awesome. We went outside and looked at shit because it was really nice out. I was hugging trees and rolling in the grass looking at the sky, which kept showing me different patterns. It was fucking wild.

It was getting dark, and this was my only sense of loss of control. As it got dark the leaves on the trees turned black and started to look like little crazy creatures that wanted to eat me. Got really scared.

Went back inside, kicked it for a few, then left to go get dinner. I thought my building was a spaceship and when we got outside I felt like I was a spaceman in space. I kept running around and jumping to experience the "weightlessness." Dinner sucked, I wasn't hungry at all.

Came down around 8-9PM, went out and partied later that night, fuck yeah.

Overall great time, would definitely do it again given the opportunity.

OP: "If you suddenly skied off a huge fuckin cliff and you only had time to throw one last trick before you died, what would it be?"
Malcolm: "id probably just flail my self to death"

"If the overall quality of your film depends on what you shot it on, you aren't ready to make a film." - Barry Green

1st time wit shrooms... Popped in wizard of oz turned off the volume and put on dark side of the moon ui was tripping

Far over the misty mountains cold
To dungeons deep, and caverns old
The pines were roaring on the height
The wind was moaning in the night
The Fire was red, it flaming spread
The Trees like torches blazed with light.

The best expeirence I ever had tripping was one of the last weekends at Brighton. There were two or three big parties going on and It was about 11 or 12 and at this point into the night I was fairly drunk off of 5 or so beers and a shot along with a few bowls off herb.
So a group of my friends and I leave to go over to this girl's house who owns a cabin at Brighton and wants to boom us out, so we decide to go. Now we all arrive, and she pulls out the bag of the most glorious beautiful mushies I've ever laid my own two eyes on. They were beautifully gold with light traces of brown and blue there were beautiful. So she gives everyone 1 stem and 1 cap that had to weigh at least 1/16 each. So we soon realized after we ate them that we were going to have to smoke some weed later, but knew it would be impossible to roll while tripping balls.
So we got the weed out, at first there was none, and then within 30 seconds we scrambled a quad together. We rolled it all up into a pack of 20 spliffs. On the last spliff or two we started to trip and just had that all round good feeling. Now her house was made out wood in the 1800 or 1900's and had the most intense detail we had ever seen, we spent a good hour just chilling in this room. We then ate another stem and cap so at this point everyone had close to an eighth each.
Now, keep in mind, we are at Brighton so the cabin was very cold, and since our minds were flowing we realized that heat rises and the higher level we are on, the warmer we will be. So we moved up one level at a time, up 5 levels. As we traveled up each level we would chill and smoke and get higher in three ways: tripping, smoking, and elevation. We were freaking out and the most stoked about this.
When we got to the fourth level we were all tripping our balls off and just staring at the woodwork of the house. The grain in the wood was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen and things just made sense to me. After chilling for a good half we made our way to the final level, at this point we are literally the highest we would be all night in all three ways. We smoked our final doobie on that level and it was the most amazing thing ever just a whole-nother stoke level.
After that we decided it would be a good time go outside, about 330 AM, maybe later. Now the sky this night was the prettiest I've ever seen it in my life. We were at very high elevation (at Brighton) so there was virtually no pollution and the stars were incredibly bright. We walked around for what felt like hours but we made it maybe 200 yds. We wanted to hike to the top of the mountain just to see the view, but sadly that did not happen. While we were outside I felt like I knew why everything was the way it was and realized how things that work work.
The night ended around 5 or 6 AM with the most dank pancakes while coming down from the best trip I've ever encountered. Oh another thing was there were maybe 15 people at this house all tripping balls, but at the beginning of the night a homie and I made a pact to stay by our sides the whole night, and never once did we leave eachother's side. That just made us super stoked and made the whole vibe throughout the night great. A good vibe is key for having a good trip.

Now that's my shrooms story, let's hear yours!

One reason i dodnt want to be a girl : I might get my butt peed in. that makes me wonder would a girl know if you were peeing in her butt? - iski4fr33

Last December, I snuck out of my house one night to do shrooms for my first time with five other people. We were at this guys house sitting in what used to be a really small garage that they turned into a game room. I had eaten the shrooms with some Doritos when I got there and this guy named brandon had just gotten the new call of duty game and he was playing the zombie one. After a while the guy sitting behind me went outside to smoke a cigarette so I took his place on the couch and this is when I started to feel weird. I could not sit still. It was like I was tied into a really tight knot. I spread my body out, stretching my arms straight up and my legs straight out and that was the only position I could feel comfortable in for some reason. Me and my friends girlfriend were laughing so hard we were in tears at absolutely nothing. Everything was so funny. Oddly enough the video game wasnt really that trippy.
It got boring after a while and the room we were in wasnt that interesting except that the corners all looked like they were far away in the middle like in a panorama picture. Everyone went outside to smoke so I went out and sat on the hood of a car and this is when I really started tripping.
All the trees looked SO alive. It felt like the world was even more 3d. It all got very vivid and I could see colors running through all parts of the trees next to me like rainbow lightning inside the branches.
I looked up to this really tall tree on the other side of me and when the wind blew through the leaves it looked as if they were pixelated and this really amazed me. The breeze felt amazing and I could hear everything so clearly. The whole night I felt so content, it was a wonderful trance-like feeling. I would definitely do them again

that sounds amazing. sadly everytime i do salvia i trip my balls off and i dont necesarrily enjoy or remember it. i did dxm and made a thread bout it on christmas eve, that was intense i felt like i was dead and walking around. and it lasted for a day or two and had recurring affects for a couple weeks

If you can describe your trip, it probably didn't live up to its potential. I've never understood people being ale to describe their trip I'm like"must not have been a good one if they're telling stories about it."

they started chewing them down like they were candy i was like damnn i wanna tripp but all i have is some weed sweet tooth to be exact two hours in everybody waa just chgillin on my bed and i traded my friend for a .6 of shroom i ate it and then my whole world turn inside out i was laughinggggg

nonstop and felt very strong euphoric and physic ability everyone was meltin into the bed and thats wheni was like fuck this i needa smoke some weed and started loading chillums non stop it was crazzzy after about 3 hours in my neck started to hurt cuz i was laughing considerably broke out the yoga for about 5 min then felt better started buring sage after then everyone started seeing colors and heavy visuals i didnt until about 5 hours its it was impeccable i looked at the ps3 ambience then it all went to hell when i looked away all in all it was a fantastic trip and i would recomend not taking a whole 8th u can trip off half a gram at most nd still feel stable!!! have funn trippin kids

I don't get how people trip on shrooms. I mean, are you just not watching where you're walking? Even if you run into them without noticing wouldn't you just kick right through them instead of tripping? I guess I just don't get it

Everytime I've eaten them I've had an amazing experience. There's only one time that's really worth telling though. Took them at 11pm and walked 14 miles. When the sun finally rose I saw the most vivid colors I've ever seen in my life. Literally every leaf on a tree I was staring at was a slightly different shade of green. Finally stumbled back on to campus at 8am.

To the people saying they watched movies or stayed indoors, why waste such an amazing experience inside?

who bought that goddamn chair. not my chair. not my chair not my problem thats what i say.
I quote that at least 3 times whenever I trip its ridiculous

my best shroom story,

my ex rented out his grandfather's loft above the garage and I would
frequently stay over and trip. One night his grandfather fell down some
stairs and his leg got twisted up pretty bad and he called an ambulance.
Of course I see the flashing lights and freak out and proceeded to run
out of the loft naked as a jay bird and climbed a tree and fell asleep.
Woke up the next morning 15 feet off the ground in my birthday suit and
had the worst time getting down.

and my best acid story,

was playing zombies and listening to bassnectar podcasts while
absolutely tripping my proverbial sack off because I thought I was
getting acid, got 3 tabs of 25i and was just so into the game that when
one of my friends tapped me on the shoulder, I punched him so hard in
the face that we were convinced I broke his nose.

My first time doing shroms was the summer before 8th grade. I was at a local concert down the road from my house hosted by some of my parents hippy friends. the concert happens every year and is called Jerry Fest (its more an excuse for a bunch of old hippies to get together do mild hallucinogens smoke copious amounts of weed around a fire and reminisce about grateful dead concerts) my parents have been bringing me since i can remember. Its about half way through the night and I'm already pretty drunk on a mix of PBR and moonshine, when one of my dads friends offers me a glass of some type of tea. Without knowing exactly what it is I down half the jar. The guy stats laughing and tries to explain to me I've just done an 1/8 of shrooms. I start freaking out and run off into the woods where I remember watching a squirrel for what felt like hours until an older friend of mine who's in high school finds me and brings me inside. The rest of the night I just remember staring into the fire and wonder how anything as beautiful and enticing as flame had every been created.

about 25 minutes go by and some homies and I decide to go grab some food at one of the dining halls before shit starts to kick in, get to the dining hall and start to feel floaty/slaphappy, order some chicken tenders with a cup of hotsasuce, immediately spill the hot sauce everywhere cuz for some reason I could'nt really hold anything, we go back to my dorm at the time, trippin pretty hard at this point, we literally couldnt stop laughing at each other, I feel like im turning into a giant, everything is shrinking in my hands and im all like whoa trippy mang, the wood grain in the door starting moving around and dancing, shit was unreal, after about 2 hours it starts to wear off, i continue to shotgun 5 beers in literally 2 minutes, I truly believe post shrooms u can destroy beers, i challenge others to try it out

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"When I win the lottery I'm gonna buy a mansion and name it "theabortionators estate" you can come an go as you please. Ill have a motorcycle in the garage you can run into a tree" -Kevtron

I can relate to some of the philosophical things you say at the end, which i expirienced when i tried shrooms the first time, only my trip was milder since i didn't take the trongest kind. It's a very strange feeling to see a whole new world just open up in your head, and suddenly you know that everything is possible, like you said. I've never underestemated anything more than i underestimated those truffles.

mind=blown.

But a friendly enviorment is reccomended. I took it with a friend in a hotelroom, and it was totally cool to just hang out there untill the main trip with all the colors were over, then we headed out to the city. And boy i can understand that being at a loud party with strangers would be unpleasant and overvelming!

I had a awesome expirience trying it, but i can see that badtripping on psychodelic is scary as hell!

I've shroomed a couple times, first few times were super trippy and fun.
A couple of months ago I went to a pretty lights show and took an 1/8. At first it was fun and euphoric with some visuals, I felt like everything was good and everything made sense. When PL came on it was fun but then it became super introvertial and scary. I felt the most alone I've ever felt even tho I was in a crowd of 2000 people with some friends. Eventually my friend took me off of the floor and calmed me down and I enjoyed the rest of the show as I was coming down.
It was crazy I'm not going to be doing shrooms by myself again any time soon.

-I pull out my chillum and take a refreshing hit of reefer. munchies take over as I have eaten all of my crunchy Nature Valley® bars. I apologize profusely to the love of my life, and then consume her for energy/nutrients. -Phil[X]$
-It's always darkest before dawn- life

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